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name raven veskathia
age 3
gender female
It was strangely quiet up here. The birds had apparently ceased their morning songs (which only made sense seeing as it was getting increasingly closer to noontime) and even the deer she'd heard milling about a few hours ago had disappeared off into the distance. Although the serenity provided ample time to think clearly, it was also eery and almost foreboding; she didn't want to even start imagining what it was like after dark. The terrain was getting rougher, or so she could infer from the way her paws ached with crippling pain. Steep slopes like these had never appealed to the black wolf since now, and that was only because - by way of scent - she'd come to believe a pack inhabited lands not to far off in the distance. The viewpoint from mountains like this one were breathtaking, it was just the ascent that made her a bit hesitant.
And, well, the drastic change in pressure.
Sighing deeply, a with a vague amount of aggravation, the black female ambled onwards. The air up here was cleaner and distinctly sweet, although Raven couldn't pinpoint why. Although the temperature had dropped a few good degrees she hadn't taken any notice at all. Raven was indifferent to temperature, or really anything for that matter. As the incline began leveling off a bit, she could vaguely catch scent of a strong, pungent odor. Seeing as it wasn't overpowering just yet, Raven concluded that the borders were still some ways off. For the mean time she'd keep going on, yet there was no denying she wasn't becoming increasingly hungry.
All this climbing really could wear you out.
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